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over a year ago
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I’m halfway through my late shift when I notice her making her way through the restaurant. As I fix the mounting drinks orders, I see her gliding past the far end of the polished mahogany bar and I do a double take. She stands out in the crowded brasserie. Just the way she moves, oozing confidence and sophistication. From her expensive and luxuriant hairstyle, right down to her designer spiked heels.
I prepare my next load of beverages, more than a little distracted. I can’t help but glance up from the task at hand to see which table she is sitting at. To my surprise she takes her chair at an empty table, which I find unusual having assumed she’d be dining with a husband or partner, friends even.
Another deluge of drinks orders comes in and I get back to work, damn, it’s hectic in here tonight. Maybe an hour passes, perhaps a little more. When there’s a lull I sneak off outside for a quick cigarette break and a well earned Coke. Bartending is far from well paid, especially when you weigh up being run off your feet against the paycheck at the end of the week. However, it helps me through college and funds my social life so I just grin and bare it.
On my return to the bar, I’m relieved to see things are slowing down, the kitchen staff dishing up the last meals of the evening. I survey the restaurant as I begin working my way through a load of wine glasses that need polishing up. My eyes settle upon the glamorous lady I saw earlier and she is still sat alone. I watch her discreetly as she runs a fingertip around and around the rim of her cognac glass despondently. The place set across the table from her remains untouched and I wonder what her story is. I find it hard to believe she has dined alone by choice. Even from across the grand room I notice how attractive she is but maybe I’m biased. I have a real thing for an older woman and put bluntly she hits the spot. She looks so elegant and refined. She has a slim body that fits a little black number with a deep plunging neckline to perfection. A diamond necklace nestles just above her cleavage, her arms a long and toned, adorned with subtle jewelry. I catch a flash of an equally slender leg peaking out from beneath the table cloth and yes, those killer high heels again. She rests her chin in the palm of her hand, seemingly in a world of her own.
I have always found something incredibly arousing about the older woman, ever since I had a deep infatuation to my English teacher back in school. Something about their experience, self confidence and womanhood makes them ever so appealing to me even if I am almost nineteen years old. Often, behind their cool exterior, a vixen is just waiting to get out. This lady is in another league altogether. She is obviously wealthy, well-heeled and most definitely all woman. Probably full of self assurance and snooty to boot I muse to myself. Despite this my cock stirs whilst my mind wanders. I imagine my hands running up those silky smooth legs, brushing over stocking tops as I reach her thighs…
“Fuck! She’s hot… “I think, trying to suppress my private thoughts. I’d be a fool to think a woman of her caliber would even take a second glance.
The evening passes, the brasserie winds down but I keep the drinks flowing to those who remain. I’ve been kneeling down, returning the glasses to their shelves behind the bar and on standing back up straight I see the lady walking back from the restroom. Instead of sitting back at her solitary table she comes up to the bar, gracefully perching herself on a high stool right in front of me. Up close she’s even more attractive than I’d first thought and I have to clear my throat before asking her what she would like to drink. She orders a large brandy, her eyes sad beneath the longest lashes I’ve ever seen.
“No problem.” I offer a smile, thinking it’s a dire shame that such a stunning face should be spoiled by a heavy heart.
“You don’t mind if I sit up here do you? If I sit at that table a moment longer, I’m sure I’ll lose my mind altogether.”
She pulls a silver cigarette case from her purse before opening it and sliding one out. She puts it to her glossy plump lips.
“Allow me…” I strike a match and offer it to her, unable to take my eyes off those lips as she pulls deeply on her cigarette.
“Thank you “she says smiling pleasantly and then again as I set her brandy down in front of her.
“You’re welcome Madam and no it’s not a problem if you want to sit at the bar. “I try to remain casual despite my desire to just stand and gawp at the beauty.
“Thanks, it’s actually really good to engage in a bit of conversation. I’ve not had the most scintillating evening it has to be said.” She swirls the amber liquid around the glass ruefully and sighs.
“How so?” I venture tentatively, not wishing to cause any offence. I already admire her upfront manner. She certainly has my attention. She laughs humorlessly before glancing up at me.
“I was meant to have company for dinner rather than eating solo, but alas it would appear that I’ve been stood up.” She shrugs and then takes a dainty sip from her glass.
“Surely not Madam? He must be mad.”
“Hmm, well I’m afraid it’s the truth. So, here I am, drowning my sorrows.”
Taking another sip she has me mesmerized and even more turned on by her.
“I’m sorry your evening has been disappointing Madam. As I said, he has to be a fool to let you down.”
“Indeed… Although, my evening hasn’t been a complete flop. I’ve had the good fortune to meet you. Again she smiles, revealing perfect neat white teeth, her eyes teasing.
“Please, call me Monique.”
She offers her hand which I accept, delighting at it’s smoothness, at her skin touching mine.
“I’m Nathan, it’s a pleasure.” I can’t help but smile back at her, all my earlier pre-conceptions instantly evaporating. I really like the way she speaks so directly and the way in which she steadily holds my gaze.
“The pleasure is all mine darling. Well Nathan, will you allow me to buy you a drink? It’s no fun drinking on your own.”
Her lips pouted in pretend petulance and I mentally add sense of humour to her list of attributes.
“I shouldn’t really…”
“Nonsense! You’re almost finished, have one for when you’re done.”
I accept graciously, after all, who am I to turn down a drink from a stunner such as she?
We chat on and off, in-between me serving the odd customer and tidying the bar. She begins to relax, visibly happy to have company at long last. She thinks nothing of asking me umpteen different questions about myself, laughing as I crack a joke or two. Her smiles are getting wider and more frequent and if I’m not mistaken I think she could well be flirting with me. All the signs are there!
She has another brandy, vintage no less, and insists I have another too. As the brasserie is almost empty by now, I take the liberty of pouring myself a vodka, knocking it back with such a thirst that she laughs at me. There’s a spark between us. I can’t deny it, I fancy her in the worst way. It’s an effort to contain myself.
She excuses herself to go to the bathroom, throwing me a cheeky smile over her shoulder. She knows full well I’m enjoying the view. Enjoy is an understatement as I openly stare at the way her hips sway with each step on those impossibly high heels, her back rod straight, her neck slender and enticing.
I sneak another Vodka, a double measure, hoping to suppress the burning urge to lean over the bar and grab her…
Her return only makes me lust for her even more. Her cheekbones; fine and high are ever so slightly flushed, her fingers rest at her throat. She toys intermittently with a strand of her glossy hair.
“I still cannot believe that someone would actually stand you up Monique. I mean, and without sounding corny here, you are a very sexy lady.”
Ok, Ok! So I’m flirting back with a vengeance now. Why not? It’s great fun and certainly does the ego no harm either.
“Oh please Nathan!” Monique giggles but obviously enjoys my flattery.
“Hope I’m not being rude by asking but is this guy your husband or….?” I ask her, regretting it immediately as her smile falters. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pried.” I add hastily.
“It’s ok, ask away. No, he isn’t my husband, I’m divorced, twice over in fact. Let’s just say, he’s an old flame. I should never have expected any different from him.”
The rueful tone returns, her eyes flitting away before she chooses to throw caution to the wind. “Why I waste my time on that man I do not know. He hardly fulfills or offers anything meaningful to our so-called relationship, if that’s indeed what it is.”
She knocks the brandy back in one go, fire flashing in her eyes. Mmmm… Feisty too eh?
She blinks away tears that threaten to well up, apologizing as she does so “Forgive me Nathan. I’m just a silly, rambling old woman.”
Setting her glass back down, I reach to refill it and our fingers touch briefly.
“Take it from me, from where I’m standing right now, you’re anything but old.” I begin before throwing my own caution to the wind, favouring an up front approach instead.
“You are a gorgeous, classy lady who’s not only intelligent but who has sex appeal by the lorry load!”
This coaxes a smile from Monique, one that makes my cock stiffen instantly and my mouth go dry.
“You think so?” She raises her eyebrow at me, composure back and in control again.
I laugh shyly. “As a matter of fact I do Monique. I think you are incredibly attractive and well… You’re turning me on just by sitting there!”
Good God! Have I really just blurted that out?
She leans forward suggestively, offering me a delicious view of her tanned cleavage in the process and I catch a wisp of her expensive perfume. On a roll now I continue.
“How any man could think otherwise is beyond me. If I were in his shoes I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you. He’s a bloody lucky man, blind for sure but all the same, very bloody lucky.”
Monique studies me intently and I reach for my Vodka once again.
“Oh really? Couldn’t keep your hands off me you say? Now that sounds immensely inviting Nathan…” She purrs softly, her tongue licking her lips seductively.
“But, you’re already taken.” I feign regret yet my cock and my over-active imagination know otherwise. I want her. Now.
“Hardly darling. In fact quite the reverse. Besides… I have to be honest and say that he lets me down dreadfully in that department too! He knows nothing of the joys of foreplay nor how to truly satisfy a woman.” She’s growing braver by the second, fuelled by the brandy. “Do you know, I haven’t had a mind-blowing fuck in such an awful long time.”
Fucking hell! My mind screams, I could happily change all that!
There’s a pregnant pause, the atmosphere charged with sexual tension. I’m in luck, tonight it’s my turn to close and lock up and I thank my lucky stars at this turn up for the books.
“Well, that’s just no good at all Monique. How long exactly are we talking?”
I’m treading on unchartered territory now but hell, if you don’t try then you’ll never know.
“Too fucking long! I may be mature in years but Christ knows I still have needs! Why do you ask? Do you have a solution to my predicament young man?”
Her authorative tone sends me wild inside and I laugh softly, preparing my reply.
“I have a few ideas that I’d be happy to share with you…” I tease not only her but myself on saying this.
“Please Nathan, don’t keep me in suspense, I’m dying to know your thoughts on the matter, especially as they’re the thoughts of such a handsome and virile young man like you.” She gives as good as she gets. My mind boggles at what hidden eroticism lies beneath her elegant exterior.
I lift the hatch in the bar. “Let me just lock up then I’ll tell all!”
When I turn back round after bolting the door & turning the open sign to closed, I find she’s spun round on her stool to face me.
“What? It’s only fair I get to gawp at you seeing as you had your fair share earlier!”
Monique giggled a dirty little laugh and let her knees fall apart ever so slightly.
“Like what you see?..” I ask in a low growl.
“Immensely, but I want to do much more than just look at you Nathan…”
I step quickly to her. “Maybe I can help you with that?”
“I have no doubt of that darling…” she trails off, full lips parted, desire now etched on her face. “So how about you show me exactly what you have in mind?”
I need no further encouragement and I pull her into a tight embrace. I breathe in her heady fragrance, my lips seeking out hers to kiss her fiercely. Monique moans softly at this exchange and our lips collide over one another in more ravenous kisses. My hands run riot over her body before settling upon her lovely buttocks that cry out to be grabbed and squeezed. I rub my groin into hers with determination.
“Mmm Nathan, is that a hard cock you have there for me or are you just pleased to see me?” she murmurs, smiling a sultry smile that jolts my insides.
“Both babe. You fancy a bit of this cock do you? ‘Cos believe me, once I start I won’t stop. I want to fuck you so good and so hard.” I’ve gone past holding back now, I’m being brutally honest what more can I say?
“No Nathan, I don’t want just a bit. I want the lot!” Monique growls back at me, she means business. God, I love a woman who can play hard ball and hold her own.
I surprise her, lifting her up off her feet and instinctively she wraps her strong thighs around me. The closeness of our bodies and the way they now rub against one another makes my cock pulse. It brings the caveman out in me too and I sit her up on the bar I’ve not long polished.
“Open those legs for me…”
She complies willingly. I was so right! She is indeed wearing sheer stockings. However, she scores a point on me. Hitching up her dress over her wonderful thighs she reveals her secret weapon… A perfectly smooth bare pussy with not a hint of panties to be seen.
I look at her enquiringly and she quips playfully, “Sometimes I don’t wear any, it’s like my naughty little secret. I was actually wearing some earlier this evening but I removed them especially for you.”
I snatch another greedy kiss and as I do she catches my bottom lip between her teeth, gently pulling on it.
“Well I’m honoured Monique that you did that just for me. Now let me see that pussy of yours, the one you say so desperately needs some attention.”
I instruct her whilst easing her legs wide apart, exposing her glistening pink wetness that opens up like the petals of a rose before my eyes.
Burying my face deep between her inner thighs, I feast on the delicacy that is her sex, gorging on her creamy centre and lashing my tongue over Monique’s clit. She whimpers again and again, thrusting her hips upwards.
“Ohhh Nathan! Yes!....”
She squeals, clutching at the back of my head, pulling me by my hair, forcing my face into that gushing slit of hers. My tongue is buried so deep inside her tunnel that I can feel her cunt muscles clench with every spasm as she begins to cum for me. As the spasms subside I ease away and catch sight of a different side to Monique. Hair tousled, skin pink and shimmering she looks back at me wide-eyed. Her expression is one of shock and disbelief. She looks almost vulnerable, laid bare and really quite adorable to see.
“Oh Nathan, that was….”
“Did it feel good babe? I hope you felt as good as I just did doing that to you.”
Smiling back at her, I stroke her leg softly. She laughs joyfully, eyes twinkling as she cocks her head to one side.
“Come here.” She beckons me up off my knees. “Kiss me, don’t keep all those lovely juices for yourself, you greedy boy!”
I happily oblige and bury my tongue deep into her mouth in the same way I sank it into her pussy moments before. Pausing for breath, Monique speaks softly against my ear, teasing me with her whispers that send shivers all over me.
“Do you like my pussy darling? Pretty sweet for a more mature woman wouldn’t you say?”
She doesn’t give me chance to respond as she jams her tongue back into my mouth and my excitement levels soar through the roof. As if this isn’t intense enough, Monique grasps at my cock through my trousers, fingering it’s outline through the material in such an exquisite manner I cannot stifle my moans.
Hastily, she frees my solid length, massaging my shaft with her hands. I grab onto the bar for support, the room feels like it’s spinning!
“That’s so good… Are you sure you haven’t had any sex for such a long time?” I gasp.
“It’s been months, no, longer darling. Oh my, what an impressive hard dick you’ve got Nathan.”
Her smile is wickedly dirty. I bury my head in her neck now, breathing her in, licking and biting at the tender skin.
“I just adore a handsome young man with a decent sized cock to match, especially if he knows what to do with it.”
She sighs, picking up speed in her stroking. One hand firmly pumps up and down on my shaft, whilst the other cups and tickles my balls, the perfect combination. I exhale hard as I fight to keep my composure. The very sound of her well spoken voice now uttering sheer filth in my ear makes my prick twitch violently. I know my bell end will be soaked with my pre-cum.
“Seems we’re both in luck tonight.” I manage to say, “I have a real thing for mature ladies and you Monique are exceptional. Now then, let me see those tits…”
I slide down the delicate straps of her haute couture dress and am wowed again as I discover her firm breasts that don’t need a bra to keep them in check. I just have to have a taste of those! As I’m sucking and licking at her outstanding mounds she makes a move to slide down off the bar.
“Oh no you don’t Madam!” I firmly plant her back down. “You’re going nowhere, I have something for you…”
My cock end is bobbing up and down and as it does so it makes it’s first contact with the puffy lips of her labia, causing us both to moan in pleasure at the sensation of flesh against flesh.
“Hope you’re ready for my cock because I’m going to give you that hard fucking you deserve so much!..”
I grin wolfishly at her and she brazenly yet so seductively spreads her legs wide once more.
“I’m so ready for you, so ready to feel your cock. Please, put it inside me darling and open up my cunt… Yes, that’s it… Oh Christ you feel so thick Nathan, I don’t think I’ve been so full or so stretched before!...”
She exclaims with such joy as I thrust up inside her awaiting entrance. She fits so snugly around my cock, just like a silken glove that swallows me whole, sucking my length in deep to her core.
“I never knew that sex could ever feel so fucking wonderful!” She gasps out the words in-between each pump of cock I deliver. I just have to admit she’s fantastic herself as she wriggles her lithe body against mine in synch with my own movements.
I take a firm grip of her thighs and start fucking her with force. After several minutes, I’m finding it a struggle to not only prevent my balls from exploding but also to keep my balance, as I’m standing on the balls of my feet.
I decide to pull her off the bar and hold her around my waist now instead whilst she clings on to me, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“Fuck me Nathan, please, you have to! Don’t go easy on me either, I want all you and your lovely fat cock have to offer darling. Fuck me senseless!...”
She’s wanton, the vixen well and truly released from captivity now. I marvel at how totally aroused she is now, not one bit self-conscious or concerned by the fact her dress is crumpled up around her slim waist. Or for that matter that her sumptuous breasts, now completely free of her dress, are bouncing delightfully with my every upward thrust.
Still not entirely satisfied with our position, I now walk carefully over to the nearest wall, slamming her back against it. That wicked glint blazes in her eyes as she relishes in everything I’m doing to her. I resume what has to be the horniest fuck I’ve ever had to date. I love the sound of her voice crying out, the expletives that fly from her gorgeous mouth, guttural and raw. My cum stirs in my balls, eager to be released. I’m not finished yet, not by a long chalk.
Putting her gently back down on shaking legs, I take her by the hand and lead her over to the very table where she had sat alone that evening. She smiles knowingly at me, in complete understanding. Monique may well have been stood up by the loser who was meant to have wined and dined her, but right now we are about to make that a mere distant memory. Obediently she bends over the solid oak table, revealing that lush pink pussy to me, I can feel it calling for me to plunge right into it’s warmth.
I admire her perfectly shaped arse that she is offering up to me. I take advantage of her firm buttocks, grabbing them and sinking my meaty fingers into her flesh.
From this angle I now slide easily back inside her, she’s so slick with arousal that I’m soaked in it almost immediately. I have no complaints as I feel her juices coat my throbbing cock shaft, my tightening balls and my groin.
Swiftly, I gather some of these fluids and, leaning over her, start massaging her swollen clit, all the while hammering away at her slit.
Monique is incredibly vocal, she almost screams at me “Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop!” before suprising me with her next request.
“Rub my arsehole Nathan, mmm…. That’s right, like that…”
I run my fingers between her crack, back and forth over her tight puckered anus before lightly pressing my fingertips against her opening. The sight and feel of her tight little arse dilating for me is horny as hell. It spurs me on, fucking hard and rough, churning up her pussy with my painfully stiff rod, whilst working my fingers into her anus.
Monique rubs furiously at her clit, so fast it’s a wonder she doesn’t hurt herself but far from being in pain she’s in ecstasy. She is not alone, I’m throbbing all over and my hot seed prepares for blast off.
“Arggghhh! I’m cumming Nathan, I’m cumming!....” she rasps, her legs buckling. The once pristine starched table cloth is now being wrung within an inch of it’s life in her clutches. Her cries reverberate around the empty restaurant and I can no longer hold back as I rapidly begin losing the battle against my own climax. Grunting and moaning loudly with her and I begin to feel my scalding jism surging into my bell end. I pull out of her sopping, gaping pussy just in time to fire streams of my seed over her crack, her cheeks and base of her back. I cum so hard I see stars before my eyes, my legs shaking violently as I squeeze every last droplet from me. Absolutely mind-blowing… Monique isn’t the only one who’s just had the fuck of her life!
Moments later, I gently help her up off the table and we both start laughing at our shaky legs.
“Thank you darling, that was superb, I feel so alive! I can’t thank you enough Nathan.”
Monique speaks so humbly as she sets about straightening herself out and into some semblance of decency.
“Please, no need to thank me. Fucking you just now is reward enough in itself.”
I smile boyishly at the once again elegant lady standing before me. We’re both quiet for a second or two and then she asks me how I plan on getting home. Knowing I’m a student and don’t own a car to drive home in she kindly offers to drive me back. A short phone call and her personal driver rolls up outside the restaurant in a sleek, black Mercedes.
“Coming?” She asks me as I grab my jacket to which I answer to which I answer “I just did! Yes of course I’m coming with you!” tapping her bottom playfully whilst we are still out of the sight of the driver. Together we step outside and into the cool evening air.
I didn’t make it home that night. Instead, I chose to accept Monique’s irresistible invitation to stay with her on her country estate for the night. I have never known a woman with such carnal energy, such appetite for fucking and a sex-drive to match my own! We became extremely well acquainted intimately but that my friends is another story, for another day.
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